To watch your grandpa die from lung cancer. My family has never been the same. Our smiles are a little less bright and our hugs are a little less often. When I look at pictures of my family in the past I feel like we were the perfect family, but when i look at pictures now with the matching shoes, same shirts, and the so called ‘perfect’ smiles the only thing that comes to mind is ‘fake’.
My grandpa was sick with lung cancer before i was born so i didn’t need to have him being sick come as a shock to me. But even though he was sick he never acted like it. he was always the light of the room. And the noisiest one too. He played the drums, my brother played the guitar, and I sang. We were are own little band, until my grandpa started getting worse.
He started to go to the hospital more often. My grandma and I started to get worried so we made every moment last. We were always happy around him. We made everyday worth living. But then things started getting so bad that my grandma and I knew that it was time to let him go.
My grandpa was in his room laying down in the bed with the paramedic tracking his breathing. My brother and sisters said goodbye and left the room except my oldest sister and grandma. I didn't say goodbye I said “I'll see you again. I love you. It's ok to stop fighting now.” I was walking down the hall when suddenly I heard ‘beeeeeeeep’ and then I just ran to my family crying my eyes out. My oldest sister came to us and said “Grandpa is dead.”
Seven years telling this story I’m not sad anymore. I'm just glad that he is in a better place. My grandpa taught me how to have fun and how to live life to the fullest.
To watch your grandpa die from lung cancer. My family has never been the same. Our smiles are a little less bright and our hugs are a little less often. When I look at pictures of my family in the past I feel like we were the perfect family, but when i look at pictures now with the matching shoes, same shirts, and the so called ‘perfect’ smiles the only thing that comes to mind is ‘fake’.
My grandpa was sick with lung cancer before i was born so i didn’t need to have him being sick come as a shock to me. But even though he was sick he never acted like it. he was always the light of the room. And the noisiest one too. He played the drums, my brother played the guitar, and I sang. We were are own little band, until my grandpa started getting worse.
He started to go to the hospital more often. My grandma and I started to get worried so we made every moment last. We were always happy around him. We made everyday worth living. But then things started getting so bad that my grandma and I knew that it was time to let him go.
My grandpa was in his room laying down in the bed with the paramedic tracking his breathing. My brother and sisters said goodbye and left the room except my oldest sister and grandma. I didn't say goodbye I said “I'll see you again. I love you. It's ok to stop fighting now.” I was walking down the hall when suddenly I heard ‘beeeeeeeep’ and then I just ran to my family crying my eyes out. My oldest sister came to us and said “Grandpa is dead.”
Seven years telling this story I’m not sad anymore. I'm just glad that he is in a better place. My grandpa taught me how to have fun and how to live life to the fullest.